just_fck_me Five Times
4. FIVE TIMES - Five times you were horny and one time you were turned off
Slow torture.
Moriah couldn't even recall what song he had playing on the stereo, she didn't even care at the time. All she knew was that she needed his touch which was damn near driving her crazy as he ran his hands slowly up her leg. The high heel was already on the floor and she was watching him, the damnable light in his eyes as his fingers found the top of her stocking and the tips curled under the band. Her breath was a little more ragged and she knew that she was a little more excited as he bent his head down, his full lips pressing against her thigh as he started to inch the material down, rolling it to her ankle. Biting down on her bottom lip, she nearly whimpered as he held up the stocking and then let it drop to the floor to join with the other that he had dropped to the floor.
When he leaned onto the bed, bracing his weight on his knee between her legs, she was almost desperate to touch him as she grabbed his jacket and dragged him down to land on top of her. She was wet, eager and ready to go. "Fuck me." She muttered against his ear and listened to him chuckle before turning his head to kiss her. Sometimes he got her so horny that it was hard to think.
Sometimes anger is an aphrodisiac.
There were times when he got her so mad that she couldn't even see straight and this was one of those times as she pushed at his chest. He was always telling her how cute she was when she got mad, something about the little wrinkle above her nose and it made her want to hurt him all the more. The other side effect of them getting angry at each other was that the blood got pumping a little faster, the breathing got a little harder and they both got a little more excited. That was what happened when she shoved him, her hands landing hard against his chest as she tried to throw him off balance and send him back a few steps. He was a little more solid though, a little bigger and so he braced himself as he caught her wrists. He pushed them apart, spreading her arms as he lifted them and tugged her closer.
Moriah had to arch her back to take some of the ache out of her arms as she glared at him but it was a calculated move as well. She knew that by arching her back, her breasts were straining against the neckline of her corset style top. She watched his eyes drop low to take in her cleavage and she heard his growl before he let go of her wrist. She barely had time to react before he was grabbing her again, hauling her slender frame against his as his mouth covered her own and she forgot all about the fight.
Tears and Love.
She didn't even know what it was that made her start to cry but it surprised them both as she suddenly burst into tears. He tried to catch her arm but she pushed him back as she fought off the little sob that was threatening to bubble out of her. Not that he would let her get away from him, he caught her and bundled her close against him. She hated when he saw her cry but she leaned against him, pressing her face to his chest as she let the tears flow and neither one of them cared that she was soaking his shirt just a little bit. Instead he murmured in that low, deep tone of his while rubbing her back gently. It took a little while but she felt a little more content as the last of the tears drained from her and she gave a little sniffle while tilting her head back.
She was sure that she looked a mess but he just smiled, lifting a hand to brush his fingers lightly over the curve of one cheek. "My beautiful girl." He whispered and she felt her bones melt a little as she leaned into him more. She had never felt as loved or as safe as she did in that moment as he stared at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world despite the fact that she was sure her eyes were red and her cheeks were streaked with tears. Giving a little smile, she leaned up as she kissed him and that night they made love for a long time. She couldn't get enough.
Time spent apart.
"Hurry." She gasped, pulling at his shirt as he pushed her back into the tiny closet, kicking the door shut behind him. They hadn't seen each other for over a week and it was nearly killing them near the end. He had gone on a business trip and so it meant that there was a lot of late night phone calls. Phone calls that turned into low, velvety tones and naughty descriptions. Heavy panting and fingers moving quickly while the other whispered encouragment for the other one to finally come so that they could hear the sound that they missed so much while being apart. It had given them both some temporary releases but it also teased them, making them damn near twitchy with need by the time they finally saw each other again. They weren't even going to make it out of the airport.
He pushed her against a shelf, hearing things clatter a bit but neither one of them cared as they tore at each other's clothes. He pushed her skirt up while she tugged at his pants to get them undone, both of their breathing ragged as they kissed desperately. He had to swallow her cry when he finally pushed inside of her and she swore the whole world went white.
Music straight to the soul.
It was the first time that she really got to see him. They had talked here and there, mostly in passing through different friends and at different settings. Parties, lunches and clubs. Moriah was getting the feeling that their friends had something up their sleeves because she seemed to be running into him more and more. She couldn't deny that she was attracted to him because she was, her blood seemed to hum every time he was nearby and she was intrigued by the man. Tonight they were all meeting at a club and there was a rumor that he was going to sing for them all. When he did, she felt like she was rooted to the spot. The sound of his voice, low and velvety, along with the look that he had pinned on her; she wasn't sure that she could move if she tried. The song tugged at something inside of her, making her squirm a little as she swore she could feel herself getting turned on just by the sound of his voice.
It was later that night when she was outside when he finally approached her, citing that he was glad to finally get her alone. She gave him a cigarette while leaning against the building, the shadows of the night playing over her. He took the cigarette and slid it behind his ear before smiling at her, stepping closer. She felt her stomach tighten as he nearly pinned her against the wall and her heart jumped into her throat as his hand came to her jawline. When he kissed her, she felt the heat shoot through her body and pool low in her stomach. One kiss and she was ready to do whatever he wanted but he merely kissed her that night. It was more than enough though, he had her after that.
I've had enough.
It was another one of their fights, another time that he stormed out and left her standing alone in their hotel room. He was gone most of the night and by the time he got back, she was riled up. This time though, she wasn't turned on at all. So when he tried to touch her, she slapped him as hard as she could and for a moment it looked like he might retaliate. He tried to apologize then, he tried to hold her close and kiss her but she had none of it. She could smell and taste the vodka which automatically turned her stomach.
So this time she walked out and left him standing alone in their hotel room.
Moriah Ferretti
Original Character
word count: 1433
Slow torture.
Moriah couldn't even recall what song he had playing on the stereo, she didn't even care at the time. All she knew was that she needed his touch which was damn near driving her crazy as he ran his hands slowly up her leg. The high heel was already on the floor and she was watching him, the damnable light in his eyes as his fingers found the top of her stocking and the tips curled under the band. Her breath was a little more ragged and she knew that she was a little more excited as he bent his head down, his full lips pressing against her thigh as he started to inch the material down, rolling it to her ankle. Biting down on her bottom lip, she nearly whimpered as he held up the stocking and then let it drop to the floor to join with the other that he had dropped to the floor.
When he leaned onto the bed, bracing his weight on his knee between her legs, she was almost desperate to touch him as she grabbed his jacket and dragged him down to land on top of her. She was wet, eager and ready to go. "Fuck me." She muttered against his ear and listened to him chuckle before turning his head to kiss her. Sometimes he got her so horny that it was hard to think.
Sometimes anger is an aphrodisiac.
There were times when he got her so mad that she couldn't even see straight and this was one of those times as she pushed at his chest. He was always telling her how cute she was when she got mad, something about the little wrinkle above her nose and it made her want to hurt him all the more. The other side effect of them getting angry at each other was that the blood got pumping a little faster, the breathing got a little harder and they both got a little more excited. That was what happened when she shoved him, her hands landing hard against his chest as she tried to throw him off balance and send him back a few steps. He was a little more solid though, a little bigger and so he braced himself as he caught her wrists. He pushed them apart, spreading her arms as he lifted them and tugged her closer.
Moriah had to arch her back to take some of the ache out of her arms as she glared at him but it was a calculated move as well. She knew that by arching her back, her breasts were straining against the neckline of her corset style top. She watched his eyes drop low to take in her cleavage and she heard his growl before he let go of her wrist. She barely had time to react before he was grabbing her again, hauling her slender frame against his as his mouth covered her own and she forgot all about the fight.
Tears and Love.
She didn't even know what it was that made her start to cry but it surprised them both as she suddenly burst into tears. He tried to catch her arm but she pushed him back as she fought off the little sob that was threatening to bubble out of her. Not that he would let her get away from him, he caught her and bundled her close against him. She hated when he saw her cry but she leaned against him, pressing her face to his chest as she let the tears flow and neither one of them cared that she was soaking his shirt just a little bit. Instead he murmured in that low, deep tone of his while rubbing her back gently. It took a little while but she felt a little more content as the last of the tears drained from her and she gave a little sniffle while tilting her head back.
She was sure that she looked a mess but he just smiled, lifting a hand to brush his fingers lightly over the curve of one cheek. "My beautiful girl." He whispered and she felt her bones melt a little as she leaned into him more. She had never felt as loved or as safe as she did in that moment as he stared at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world despite the fact that she was sure her eyes were red and her cheeks were streaked with tears. Giving a little smile, she leaned up as she kissed him and that night they made love for a long time. She couldn't get enough.
Time spent apart.
"Hurry." She gasped, pulling at his shirt as he pushed her back into the tiny closet, kicking the door shut behind him. They hadn't seen each other for over a week and it was nearly killing them near the end. He had gone on a business trip and so it meant that there was a lot of late night phone calls. Phone calls that turned into low, velvety tones and naughty descriptions. Heavy panting and fingers moving quickly while the other whispered encouragment for the other one to finally come so that they could hear the sound that they missed so much while being apart. It had given them both some temporary releases but it also teased them, making them damn near twitchy with need by the time they finally saw each other again. They weren't even going to make it out of the airport.
He pushed her against a shelf, hearing things clatter a bit but neither one of them cared as they tore at each other's clothes. He pushed her skirt up while she tugged at his pants to get them undone, both of their breathing ragged as they kissed desperately. He had to swallow her cry when he finally pushed inside of her and she swore the whole world went white.
Music straight to the soul.
It was the first time that she really got to see him. They had talked here and there, mostly in passing through different friends and at different settings. Parties, lunches and clubs. Moriah was getting the feeling that their friends had something up their sleeves because she seemed to be running into him more and more. She couldn't deny that she was attracted to him because she was, her blood seemed to hum every time he was nearby and she was intrigued by the man. Tonight they were all meeting at a club and there was a rumor that he was going to sing for them all. When he did, she felt like she was rooted to the spot. The sound of his voice, low and velvety, along with the look that he had pinned on her; she wasn't sure that she could move if she tried. The song tugged at something inside of her, making her squirm a little as she swore she could feel herself getting turned on just by the sound of his voice.
It was later that night when she was outside when he finally approached her, citing that he was glad to finally get her alone. She gave him a cigarette while leaning against the building, the shadows of the night playing over her. He took the cigarette and slid it behind his ear before smiling at her, stepping closer. She felt her stomach tighten as he nearly pinned her against the wall and her heart jumped into her throat as his hand came to her jawline. When he kissed her, she felt the heat shoot through her body and pool low in her stomach. One kiss and she was ready to do whatever he wanted but he merely kissed her that night. It was more than enough though, he had her after that.
I've had enough.
It was another one of their fights, another time that he stormed out and left her standing alone in their hotel room. He was gone most of the night and by the time he got back, she was riled up. This time though, she wasn't turned on at all. So when he tried to touch her, she slapped him as hard as she could and for a moment it looked like he might retaliate. He tried to apologize then, he tried to hold her close and kiss her but she had none of it. She could smell and taste the vodka which automatically turned her stomach.
So this time she walked out and left him standing alone in their hotel room.
Moriah Ferretti
Original Character
word count: 1433